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PART THREE

SEVEN 

Amy 

First period is about to begin and the hallway is freaking crowded with students putting in and getting out their books from their lockers. I'm no exception to the tsunami of students. People shove and pull each around not caring who's in the way. Typical day at Northway High school. 

I should probably say i have a best friend but that would be a big fat lie. The word 'friend' lost meaning to me when the video of me pole dancing went viral in the school. You'd think that everyone forgot after the winter vacation but No. 

It appears that videos in the internet have no end because all someone has to do is to replay it and then stare at me like I've grown another head on my shoulder. Like i actually fucking care what they think of me. 

"Hey,"a familiar voice says behind me. I don't even bother to look back because it's Jonah Statham AKA the filthy betrayer. 

"What?"i snap at him as i shove my books in my locker. 

"I came to apologise Amy,"he says.

"It's Amanda,"i clarify. 

"What?"

"Amanda.The name 'Amy' is reserved for those people i trust only."

"Okay i get it, Amanda,"he drawls out the name and i gotta admit it sounds weird. Like really weird. 

I turn to face him and gaze at him with boredom,"State your apology and leave me alone Jonah."

"I know i fucked up big time, Amy,"he searches my eyes "But just give me a chance to explain."

"I said you call me  Amanda, Jonah.What part of that don't you understand?"i ask him. 

He curses under his breath and says,"I didn't post the video, Amanda. Believe me i didn't."

"Oh, but you took the video right?"i ask him.He shifts his gaze away and as much as i totally don't care right now, it fucking hurts what Jonah did. 

"Listen, Jonah,"i say to him,"We fucked. No big deal 

Maybe i was just a fling. Or a hook up. Or a dare. But you know what, Jonah? You're a fucked up son of a bitch and no amount of bitchiness can ever describe you."

He finches at the words before saying ,"We didn't just fuck Amy-Amanda. It was more than that and you know it. I want it to be like that again."

I scoff at that statement. Be like that again? Who is he kidding? "Thank you,Jonah but I'm going to have to pass.I'd rather eat shit than get back with a douche like you."

With that, i take my literature book and start walking away from him."Wait up, Amy,"he calls behind me. He falls on into step with me and this draws more attention to me way more than necessary.

"I wasn't finished,"he states, trying to keep up with my pace. "Well i was, Jonah. Don't you know when to take a hint?"i reply,quickening my pace. 

"I did not post that video, Amy. Why can't you just believe me?"he pleads with me.

"It doesn't matter what you did, Jonah. It's over between us and i honestly don't give a fuck about that. Now, leave me the fuck alone,"i reply. 

I must have hit a nerve because he says,"Fine. You know what? I'm tired of following you around. You can go fuck yourself,you fucking whore."

The words sting but i keep on walking, leaving him behind. My vision is blurry as i hurry to literature class. I will not cry. I will not cry. I keep on chanting in my head.